Signs Ex Husband Regrets Divorce Novels & Stories

she rolled her eyes. “I am sorry, I didn't mean to,” he smiled, and then pulled her into a warm embrace. “But would that not affect our numbers?” She asked again, a little bothered. Announcing their divorce was crazy amid everything they had worked hard to build again. “We are just signing this to show that we are free from everything. And then we will get married again and reregister our marriage,” he explained and she chuckled. “To new beginnings then,” she smiled. He smiled faintly too as they separated, but she noticed heaviness and hesitation sitting in his eyes, as she gazed at him. Before she could ask, he spoke.

His breath hitched, but she didn’t stop. “I’m happy I spent the last ten years loving you, being married to you. I don’t regret it. I don’t regret us.” She exhaled softly. “And because of that, I won’t be a vengeful ex. I won’t hate you. I will always have a soft spot for you… but please, don’t misuse it in the future.” Cillian’s hand trembled as he held the pen while staring at the divorce papers like they were a death sentence. His throat burned, and his chest ached, but nothing compared to the hollow void forming inside him.

I kept wishing for a small taste of sweetness in our marriage, but it never came, and now, it seems it never will. Now, we're finally divorced. I've already signed the papers, and do I have any regrets? Not really. It’s more pain than regret. It hurts, knowing I can't be with my husband anymore. It hurts even more, knowing he chose his ex over the wife who stood by him for two years. I really can't help but want to tear up even more. The wetness on my face could barely explain how betrayed and hurt I'm feeling inside of me. When I finally had enough of crying,

His jaw flexed slightly, but he didn’t flinch. “Because I want to know if you really don’t feel anything anymore.” That shut me up. For a moment, I just stared at him. Blinked. He wasn’t joking. His eyes were calm. I let out a laugh — sharp, disbelieving, borderline bitter. “Are you insane?” “I want to see for myself. That’s all,” Regan said quietly. “If after three months, you still want the divorce… I’ll sign. I’ll let you go.”

Delvin stared at me, unsure of where I was going with this. “I want to be with someone who truly loves me. I want to have children with him. And this…” I said, gesturing around us, “this isn’t it. This is my biggest regret.” Delvin’s eyes darkened at once, as if my words had struck a place they shouldn’t have. His jaw tightened so hard it looked like he was holding himself back from hitting someone… from hitting me. "Your biggest regret?" he repeated through clenched teeth. “I see it clearly now,” he added sharply. “You want a divorce so you can be with him, right?”

And because i can’t respond to what Malachi has just said, i decide to start eating My heart is racing but there’s nothing i can do about a racing heart but get it calm down. He’s not allowed to do this. For all the time i was his wife, he didn’t like me. I didn’t suddenly become more atrractive when we divorced. I’ve read stories of what really happens when couples get divorced. The wife who has spent her time and energy trying to hold a fragile marriage together usually spirals into regret, and after regret, she’d either let herself go or reinvent herself. But men, men usually got married again in the shortest possible time.

That means he's aware of all these, and that's why he asked those questions. "Was he feeling guilty? I'm sure he never loved me, but he saw the opposite of what he thought about me and regretted signing the certificate." She thought, feeling like giving in to the marriage was a mistake that she made. "I need to hear from him first, but I'll make sure to be strong until I achieve what I wanted…then a divorce follows." She glared at the woman and the young lady. She walked closer to her mother in-law and grinned. "I should be reflecting my mind on the scene and memory I just shared with your son minutes ago. The way he fucked my pussy like his life depends on it…I really enjoyed and want more

Jonathan still didn't seem to believe me after I said that. "Did you become like this because I divorced you and I left you like an abandoned building?" he asked. "You should realize your own attitude," I said sarcastically again, then turned my gaze in another direction. "Oh, come on, Kyle! Why are you so upset with me? You also agreed to our divorce-" "You forced me, Mr. Jonathan. Don't forget that." I heard Jonathan's long exhale of exasperation. "There are always meetings and separations in every relationship. Our marriage was a sham anyway," Jonathan said again without feeling guilty.

Instead, she said, “Regret is only useful if it changes the person carrying it.” Then she opened the door. And walked out. Leaving him alone again. But this time, something was different. Because as she stepped into the hallway, her heartbeat refused to settle. And for the first time since their divorce— She wasn’t entirely certain which of them was in greater danger.

I couldn’t. “But you said you love her,” my mother continued, her brows knitting together as she studied my face. “Why did you sign the divorce papers?” I let out a short, bitter laugh and rolled my eyes, turning my head away. “Because I thought she’d come back,” I said. The truth tasted ugly on my tongue. “And once she did, I wanted her to see my nonchalant attitude. I didn’t want her to think she broke me.” It sounded pathetic even to my own ears.